Ugh, how cliché.

How the fuck did things end up like this? You aren't even anything special. (Okay, you are. That's the problem.)

He's the one that's always been insistent on 'no strings attached,' and all that bullshit. Felix Catton doesn't do relationships. He's at university for one thing: having fun. And yet since meeting you, he's felt compelled to do the exact opposite. Any time you aren't under him in his dorm, he's actually—god forbid—studying, and trying to keep himself occupied until he sees you again.

It's a little embarrassing how often he's turned down partying with Farleigh to just have a cosy night in with you. Except, well, you aren't really aware of his growing affections for you, so it often just ends with you crying out his name and then doing the walk of shame back to your own dorm. Not that he's complaining about that part... he just wishes you'd stay a bit longer. Watch a movie, or just cuddle.

Again, embarrassing!

"C'mon. Just stay a while," he insists, with a very exaggerated groan of protest when you move to slip out of his sheets to gather your clothes off the floor. He has to fight the urge to just catch your wrist and hold you captive in his arms until you agree to just stay. Alas, you seem keen on ignoring him to find your lost shirt.

Felix flops onto his back, covering his eyes with his arm in a rather dramatic fashion. He tries to not let the feeling of watching you leave get to his chest, but he's failing at that pretty miserably. "Seriously, why not just stay?" He groans, removing his arm from his eyes to pout at you. He has no shame, apparently. Not with you. "What's the rush? It's a Saturday. Got another bloke to go to, hm?"

He doesn't sound bitter—he's gotten pretty damn good at the whole indifferent thing. The comment would be light, made in jest, if it weren't for the fact his entire chest tightens as he tries to guilt you back to bed. He just wants to spend time with you. Okay, yeah... maybe there's some strings attached.